I Fucking Hate Sonic.exe And Any Sort Of Creepypasta That Takes Some Form Of Kid's Media And Royally

please don't follow me.

thanks.

lost my pfp a while ago (like a couple months i think?). not sure why or when exactly it happened. still weird. i haven't opted to replace it because i don't really have anything good to replace it with atm.

i am actively avoiding things i like and going back to things i don't.

why

i wonder if anyone i know will find this account. will they know it's me? i mean, if i leave a link to it like on my discord or something maybe. just depends on if they opt to click on it or not.

if you aren't someone i know and you found this blog, i'm sorry i don't have much to offer you. well, i guess that goes for anyone really. these are just the ramblings of someone losing their mind very slowly.

i'm building up disorders like uh, pokemon. yeah. got autism, probably some form of ptsd, and recently got diagnosed with some form of dissociative disorder thing. probably other stuff i don't remember. i don't think of writing that stuff down. it's been a bit since our last meeting i can't remember the specifics, really. just the big things.

i've been making vague progress in therapy. very vague. but hey figuring out what's wrong with me is the whole point, even if it makes the list of problems longer and we're nowhere close to making my whole "existence" situation better. still progress. take what you can get.

not only that, but i'm still here. somehow. gotta be honest, i'm impressed by that. thought i wouldn't even make it to 2020 let alone 2024, and hell we're nearing 2025 as i write this. i'll be 23 next year.

i'm not makin it to 30 though let's be realistic here.

then again, it's 12:32AM maybe it's just doom posting hours idk.

i will say, i'd like to open up my little mental bunker. let all that repressed emotion out. let the insanity consume me. see what happens. could be fun.

well, maybe not ALL the insanity. i'm a bit tired of constantly imagining false conversations and interactions with people i know to keep myself from feeling so alone on a daily basis. i could do without that.

combine that with my oddly realistic dreams and you got a person with a VERY fucked up memory.

got self-concious and wiped my account. turns out not having anything posted makes porn bots follow you like crazy.

words cannot describe the sheer extent, to which i wish to absolutely tear myself apart and reduce myself to nothing.

i hate money

every single purchase feels like a massive task no matter how small. i even feel cautious about gifts as i don't want people spending money on me.

the only time people spending money on me is "okay", is like, christmas. i'm not too keen on my birthday generally so yeah only christmas. even then it's still like, weird for me.

i can't buy things i need or want, not because i don't have the money, but because number go down. i feel like if the number goes down even a little it's massively negative thing. i feel like the only time it should go down is for things i don't have much of a choice in.

minecraft bedrock edition feels like a skinwalker version of minecraft. you know what i mean? like it looks like minecraft, but it just feels wrong. and not even in a fun surreal way. like a corporate skinwalker.

i feel like i'm on my death bed.

looking around, calling out, trying to get anyone's attention.

doesn't matter who notices, i just don't want to die alone.

man playing some tf2 someone was really toxic. i ended being a little toxic back and felt horrible. like, i wasn't nearly to the same degree as them, but still. i normally barely say anything.

i'd report them but it'd feel a bit hypocritical since i was kinda mean back. i got possessed by the mean gamer for a couple sentences back there.